I take out my camera, screw on the telephoto lens, and start walking.
Letting go of thoughts or worries, I silently ask, “What is beautiful and interesting today?”
The answer to that question is what I photograph and write about here.
I once overheard someone say, “A painting serves no useful purpose, but it feels good to have it up on the wall.” Enjoying a family visit to the gallery
Humber Marsh Deer
Part I - Buck I followed a path through the trees, past a deserted hobo campfire with its scattered rubbish, to an opening at the edge of the marsh. There I found a buck moving through the shoulder-high green of new rushes.
Great Horned Owl and Coopers Hawk It was daybreak. I couldn’t see where I was going through the tall rushes, just a wall of green in a big room of green that was the closed-in feeling of the marsh. The deer path led to a clearing where there was a stand of old willows. I climbed up into one of the trees to get a better view of the marsh. As I climbed, I heard a bird calling “cack, cack, cack, cack,” insistently in one of the trees nearby. I thought it was cack-ing a warning to all other animals of my presence in the marsh, as if my floundering through the high rushes wasn’t enough. Looking up to find my tattle-tale, I saw it was a Coopers Hawk.
Northern Oriole Northern Orioles (also known as Baltimore Orioles) had been sighted in parks around the city for a week or so and I had seen several. They are easily recognized orange-coloured black birds that whistle pure notes from the treetops. I had been trying for days to get a clear photo of one but, shooting at a distance from the ground up to their high perches, all of the photos taken had turned out blurry.
I came across this little snapping turtle bathing in a tire-track mud puddle in the rain. Wherever it had been walking to, the baby turtle had found a wet, comfortable place to rest.
Adventures Of A Young Red-tail Hawk
A Red-tailed Hawk enjoying a serene moment; or so it would seem. Actually, this Hawk had just had “one of those days.” A Hawk has to eat. It’s an efficient hunter and it has its role in keeping rodent populations in check. But it’s funny and satisfying sometimes when the prey, in this case a cheeky grey squirrel, runs circles around its pursuer.
A Beaver Tale
I was taking some photos of a Great Egret in the shallows of a pond one evening when I heard rustling in the thicket behind me. I turned to see a big beaver dragging a tree out of the forest; a small conifer that might have been the perfect Christmas tree for a downtown condo.
Red Fox Den
“Have you seen her?” A fit, outdoorsy-looking woman, with a Nordic accent and lovely dark hair dyed red and tied back in a gauzy beige kerchief, had stopped her bike to ask me what I’d seen and told me about the fox who lived among these fields and ponds.